What is great terror?

The bar owner began shooing people out, and the patrons, wary of the typhoon, hurriedly paid their tabs and prepared to head home.

Only Li Wei remained seated at the bar, lost in thought, distracted by the arrow in his field of vision.

The arrow's glow grew brighter, creating the illusion that it was about to leap out, but he remained unmoved, sneering inwardly instead.

I'm not going, what are you going to do about it!

The arrow flickered for a while, seemingly realizing that Li Wei would not follow its guidance, and slowly faded from his sight.

The bar owner, who was busy reinforcing the bar, turned back and saw him still sitting there. "Why are you still here? I'm closing up!"

Having won the battle of absenteeism, Li Wei raised his glass, which still had half a cup of water left, and laughed. "I haven't finished my drink yet~!"

Crack!

The bar owner wanted to say more, but the sound of something snapping on the roof made him swallow his words. Muttering a curse, he rushed back into the bar, lifted the curtain, and headed to the back of the shop.

Li Wei took a slow sip of water, ignoring the howling wind outside. After all, as a man who had seen the end of the world and floating continental plates, what was a little hurricane~?

The portly bar owner emerged from behind the curtain carrying a wooden bucket filled with nails and a hammer, with a few wooden planks tucked under his other arm; he was clearly planning to reinforce the roof.

"Why are you still here? Oh, forget it, come help!" The bar owner, who had rushed out in a hurry, saw Li Wei still sitting at the bar looking leisurely. After a moment of resignation, he asked for Li Wei's help.

"No, I..."

"Ten dollars!"

"Deal!"

Just like that, Li Wei and the bar owner reached a friendly cooperative agreement to set up a ladder, climb onto the roof, and use the planks to reinforce the aging structure.

If the portly bar owner were to stand on the roof himself, the house might collapse before he took a few steps, so he let Li Wei go up to reinforce the sections that had been blown loose.

Holding the nails and hammer, Li Wei grabbed the planks handed up by the fat owner, found a board that was flapping in the wind, tore it off, and nailed a new one in its place.

He checked the rest of the area and used nails and metal strips to reinforce several spots before finishing his brief job.

But the fat owner wouldn't hand over the ten dollars so easily. Most of this small bar was built of wood, and because the town was near the mountains, it hadn't suffered such a violent hurricane in a long time, so the bar needed a full reinforcement.

After checking and reinforcing the bar inside and out, the fat owner finally let Li Wei inside and locked the door.

The noise was instantly cut off from the outside. Li Wei felt relaxed, while the fat owner was left panting for breath.

He reached out his hand and introduced himself to Li Wei: "Uriel Bruno, owner of Bruno's Bar."

Li Wei shook his hand and introduced himself as well. "Clark Kent. I still need the money; I only have three cents on me, and that was lent to me by a kind soul."

"God, are you a hobo!" The bar owner, Bruno, made a gesture of throwing his hands up at the world. With a helpless expression, he left his chair, took ten dollars in loose change from the register, and slapped it onto the table for Li Wei.

In all his years, he had never seen someone so righteous while being broke; perhaps it was a state of enlightenment.

He turned, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, took two glasses, and poured a drink for Li Wei—who had already pocketed the money—and one for himself.

"Have a drink. How did you get here with nothing? This town doesn't really welcome outsiders."

The night was long, and it wasn't yet his usual closing time, so a restless Bruno simply started chatting with Li Wei.

Li Wei took the drink and sipped it; his fully mimetic tongue could taste the quality of the liquor, and he could even filter out the system to experience that slight tipsy feeling.

Hearing Bruno start the conversation, he adopted a relaxed attitude and began spinning a story, fabricating an identity as a novelist traveling the world in search of inspiration. He claimed he had arrived here by chance, lost his luggage and money, and decided to continue his trip as a budget traveler rather than ending it.

He pieced together various experiences to form one vivid, thrilling story after another. Even Bruno, who had been indifferent at first, was drawn in by his tales and developed a sense of admiration for Li Wei's fabricated identity.

After finishing his stories, Li Wei began to probe about the "pedophile" who had appeared in town.

He hadn't done anything, yet he had been framed as a pedophile—and a gay one at that!

It was absurd!

What was even more absurd was the version Bruno added his own flair to, which even carried hints of discrimination. Listening to people curse him while he had to keep a smiling face, Li Wei was almost angry enough to flip the table.

Once you see my true form, you'll know what real terror is!

Just as he was about to say he wanted to rest, the lights in the bar suddenly went out, interrupting Bruno's endless chatter.

"Power's out?" Bruno smacked his lips, rummaged through the cabinet under the bar, and pulled out a flashlight. He then said regretfully, "Looks like we can't keep talking tonight. There's space downstairs; I'll go get you a blanket."

Li Wei waved him off. "No need, I'll just nap here at the bar. This will go into my novel too; life is inspiration. You go get some rest!"

He didn't want to sleep next to a hairy, burly man!

If it were a beautiful blonde with wavy hair, he might consider it, but for now, forget it...

After being invited a few more times, Bruno stopped insisting. He left an old-fashioned oil lamp behind and retreated to the basement to sleep.

The hurricane blew all night, with banging sounds echoing inside and outside, but Li Wei rested quite comfortably. The feeling of dozing on the table was exactly like the times he worked overtime and was so tired he gave up struggling and fell asleep right at his desk.

Especially when Bruno rudely patted his shoulder the next morning to wake him up, it felt even more like waking up and immediately starting work...

"What a nightmare... reject the 996!" After waking up, Li Wei gave a start and muttered something barely audible before slowly stretching his body and nodding to Bruno in thanks.

The arrow popped up in front of him again, but he still ignored it.

After drinking a glass of water, he left the bar, intending to head into the nearby mountains to find a small brown bear cub to send to the little girl, Anna.

Passing the main road of the town, he saw several military armored vehicles carrying heavily armed soldiers driving past him. Knowing there was a military base in the mountains, he didn't think much of it. Once he was clear of the town, he shifted into flight mode and ascended into the high sky.

He used his pulse sensor to search the forest, seeing if he could find the bear cub.

He was a man who kept his word; the money had to be repaid, and the bear had to be caught!

Hunting was an entertaining pastime, and it would be a good chance to see if Blacklight could extract anything from the bear.

At this moment, most people in the small town were still unaware of the accident that had occurred at a certain military base, continuing to live their peaceful little lives as usual.

The white mist leaking from the military base in the mountains was spreading rapidly. Instead of rising, this mist hovered at an altitude of about thirty meters above the ground and refused to go any higher.

The white mist seemed to have a consciousness of its own as it crept toward the town. It wasn't moving fast, and it was estimated that it would take about an hour to reach the town.